To Whom It May Concern: The following fic is a What-If scenario featuring Logan, King of Albion, and Page, the leader of the band rebelling against him. It takes place some years before the game, as if the game's plot will never happen. Aside from character spoilers, it contains nothing that will give the game away for you. Enjoy.

One Knight With The King

Chapter 1 - The Price Of Freedom

You must pay the price if you wish to secure the blessing.
-Andrew Jackson

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One night with the king. Just one; it could not amount to more than a few hours. She could damn herself to the last circle of Hell for a few hours of darkness if it meant her people would be showered in light for years. After all, it was Hell that she practically existed in already, growing up in the slums and dwelling in the sewers of Bowerstone Industrial, living in constant anxiety that at any moment the Royal Guard could barge in and destroy what Albion so badly needed. This paranoia had only double as of late, and for one reason in particular: the King had contacted her.

He had done so by way of letter. And she was surprised to find it written his own, somewhat sloppy hand, strange as she expected him to have writing neat as a pin. But regardless of what manner he wrote it in, he still wrote it nonetheless. He had known who to give it to, someone she trusted who could relay the message to her. Did this not mean that he was capable of infiltrating her camp through just her allies alone? Granted the few she had were strong, but there was no measurable extent to the king's wickedness and it was more than likely he would be able to attain the information he needed in some torturous way or another. The thought was enough to make her shudder. Surely he was more than capable of doing this, wasn't he? She had guessed not, seeing how he hadn't yet done it, but once she read the letter, she assumed that her conjecture was simply Plan B. But she wondered after reading...was Plan A much better?

In the midsts of her concern about his knowledge of the rebellion's location and his ability to reach them, she had received the surprise of her life. It had been an unpleasant one to say the least. There, in the urgent scrawl of the King's letter, was nothing less than a hardly subtle invitation to his bed. In exchange for his tyranny to cease, she had to give herself to him completely for just one night. One night with the king.

Initially, after reading the proposal over a few times, the feeling it gave her was, well...a rather complimented one. She might have been more resistant to the advances of men than most women were. But...she was still human. The fact that someone, a tyrant but a king no less, had noticed her of all people and taken the time to approach her (though by letter as it was the only way he could inconspicuously contact her) was flattering to say the least. He might have been a tyrant, and the approach was less than moral, but still...there was something oddly comforting about it.

She got to thinking about the King. It must have been a great lust that drove him to propose this to her, for she was sure he was not looking for peace between he and the people. At least not enough to offer it for just anything. Ys, desire was the only answer. But if peace was something she assumed he did not care much for and ardor was the only reason he offered it in the first place, why could he not use a simple courtesan? That way he would satisfy his appetite and he could still be a tyrant.

It then occurred to her that she had never heard of a concubine ever stepping foot in that castle. The late Hero King, God rest his soul, had forbidden it as he was good and pure and faithful to the Queen when they were living. At least some part of the present monarch would choose to follow in his father's footsteps, would it not?. Sure, he was not currently married. But he would not stoop as low as his amoral industrialist ally, Reaver.

She thought of him, up there in the solitary grandeur of his castle. Of course, he had servants and guards so, realistically, he was not the only being up there. But in essence, it truly was him alone, isolated not by body but by soul from everyone around him. She had every reason to believe that when he spoke anytime outside the throne room to his staff it was only to give an order. In her imaginings, the guards and servants provided little company or conversation for him, most of them holding nothing but fear in their hearts for him. His only hope of socializing would have been his little sister, but considering the age difference between the king and the young princess, it was unlikely they spent any great deal of time together.

It must have gotten terribly lonely up there, as he certainly had no friends. Allies, perhaps, but friends, definitely not. And people who'd be willing to sleep with him? Out of the question, really. It was not that the man was unattractive outwardly. In fact, he might've made quite the heartbreaker in another life. But inwardly he was a horrific, ugly monster. Everyone saw that. Yes, terribly lonely he must have been and she could not help the small flickers of sympathy that spun in her heart, followed by an even stronger feeling that she could relate to his loneliness. He simply needed someone to hold, someone who could make him feel as though nothing else in the world could touch him. And though she was loathe to admit it, she needed it too. Almost as much as she needed freedom from tyranny. When was the last time a man held her? Not for a long time as she recalled.

She figured the kings thinking was that no common whore driven by a simple thirst for gold could grant him such a feeling and that only someone truly passionate about something would really try and make him feel the way he needed to feel. He must've thought of her and her zeal for freedom of tyranny, which was something he actually could offer her even if he did not want to. Well, she knew no man, especially Logan, could make herfeel the way she needed to feel. But Logan alone could offer her an end to his tyranny.

Soon after thinking this over, she gained her usually senses and gone were the feelings of sympathy and understanding only to be replaced by a wave of nausea hitting her with enough force to make her stumble backwards and drop the letter, gasping softly for a breath and finding none in the hideous, green-tinted air of the sewer. Suddenly, she was completely enraged. How dare that man, king or no, even suggest something so vile! All he wanted to do was ravish her as a way to get all his anger at the world out on her. And she guessed she'd be the only one willing to do it...for freedom! Even among whores for gold, no one wanted anything as badly as Page wanted freedom. And she would be the price...the price of freedom.

Greetings, my fellow fanfic-ers! I do hope you enjoyed this first chapter, though I rather doubt it. It's my first real Fable story. All I've done otherwise is oneshots...I'm a tidbit nervous…okay a lot nervous! By the way, don't forget to check out my oneshot "Now Choose", it is also Logan-based because, well, lets just face it: HE IS AWESOMENESS!

Well, here's a bit of background on this fic. My friend gave me an idea one day while we were playing Fable III at her house. We got to the part where (Spoiler Alert!) the generals are giving their debates and arguments on why you should kill your tyrant brother, Logan. We couldn't help but notice Page seemed to down the idea, saying that "But aren't we better than that?" and "…killing him now won't solve anything". (End of Spoiler Alert) So naturally, being the somehwhat-twisted, hopeless romantic that she is, she saw something between Page and Logan that turned into a proposal. She came out and rather randomly asked "What if Page had slept with Logan in exchange for the end to his tyranny." I told her it had nothing to do with the game's real plot. She said something like "I know, its just my fantasizing again." But I got to thinking, and was like that would be a good fic. And she practically jumped on me and saying "WRITE IT NOW!" And I was like, I didn't mean for ME to write! But I just couldn't resist her puppy-dog eyes. So here I am, wasting my time writing something you guys probably won't even like, let alone comment on (Still, comments are highly appreciated!). Oh well, it was a blast to write anyways. I've already written most of it, meaning for it to be a one shot, but it got too long so I just decided to divid it into a few chapters. So yea, that's basically the story of this story. Despite my doubt, I do HOPE you like it ^_^. Please comment, I'd be very grateful. Depending on the feedback I get, I may post the next chapter very soon! But if it gets to be a long time without anything I'll probably just scrap this. Let me know what you think, ways I can improve, etc. Thanks! I love you all ~Jack

Mood: Anxious
Listening to: Reaver's Mansion - Fable III (OST)